The yellow-haired man held a steel pipe in his hand and knocked it on the table, making a banging sound. He stared at the three of them fiercely and said, "I am the manager of the pig farm. You can call me Brother Yu or Boss.
When I'm not around, if you have any questions, please find Aping and he will arrange work for you.
Remember, don't run around in the park without my permission. If you turn into other animals, you won't be able to return to the pig farm."
A Ping is the lackey beside Brother Yu, he is not actually ugly, just has a bad temperament. Both of his arms are covered with tattoos, a green dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right. His face looks very fierce at ordinary times, but a little funny when he is flattering Brother Yu.
After Ah Ping bowed and nodded to send Brother Yu away, he straightened his back and said to Su Qingyu and others: "In our pig farm, the most important thing is to learn how to become a qualified pig.
Later, I will brand your hooves. From today on, you must forget your original names and remember your numbers.
Every month, you need to raise ten piglets on the computer. Raising piglets is very simple. You just need to keep feeding them electronic grass. If you don’t understand, you can ask other pigs here.
I don't have much to do. If you encounter any trouble, it's best not to look for me. Do you hear me?"
The three of them nodded.
Aping felt that this batch of new people were very sensible and completely different from the previous batch that came in.
The new guy who came in before was disobedient, asked questions all over the place, and liked to run around everywhere. In the end, he became a combination of many kinds of animals. He was useless and had to be thrown into the parts factory to be disassembled for parts.
The newcomers this time are sharp-eyed, talk less, and don’t make too much noise.
very nice.
A Ping thought to himself that maybe some people in this group could shed their animal identities and join their management positions.
While thinking, Aping picked up the red-hot iron in the stove.
"The three numbers 4, 13, and 52 are left blank. Which number do you like?"
Luo Zixuan immediately stood up and said before everyone else: "I chose the number 4."
The number four is a single digit, has the fewest strokes, and suffers the least damage.
This is a dungeon, and Luo Zixuan is too lazy to play those little games of giving in with others.
He who chooses first is the wise one.
"Wait." Shen Sinian stood up, "Can I print two numbers by myself
I'll help her if I can."
Shen Sinian pointed at Luo Zixuan.
He wants to protect his white moonlight from any harm.
Ah Ping snorted coldly: "No."
Luo Zixuan cast a grateful look at Shen Sinian, then extended her hand to A Ping: "Brand it."
Ah Ping glanced at Luo Zixuan's face and praised: "Pretty, really pretty. It's a waste of talent to keep her in our pig farm."
"Then where do you think I'm suitable?" Luo Zixuan placed her slender fingers on Ah Ping's tattooed arm, suppressing her disdain. Even when she was asking for help, there was a hint of arrogance between her brows. "Brother, do you have a better place to go? If you help me, I will remember your kindness."